The No Name Girl Of Cranberry Bridge
I have seen her everyday
Crouching down on my way to work
Always wearing the same dress
Never wearing shoes
It was like she had nowhere to go
Sweet and innocent, a beautiful child
She never smiled or spoke to anyone
She was always just there
Like a statue on the Cranberry Bridge
Somehow, she manages to survive
I do not know how
But, after all this time I do not fear seeing her
I fear that day when I cross the bridge
And she is no longer there
A no name girl which no one saw
But a no name girl who may yet be missed
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